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THESE ARE STORIES DEDICATED TO MY BELOVED CHILD, JEREMIAH  IN MEMORIAM

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FLOWERS AND LACE    by LYNN KAUFFMAN

There is a simple world whose terrain is made of many lush and green rolling hills. The crystal, blue sky overlooks these grassy hills that are dotted everywhere by clusters of small, delicate flowers of all kinds of shapes, colors and sizes. The flowers are painted with the detailed brush of many bright and brilliant colors. A beautiful child with large, sparkling eyes, pink cheeks and lustrous golden hair- dressed in soft and colorful garb, holds a large ball made of lace and filigree. She runs with gay laughter, singing enchanting, simple songs, to the top of one of the hills. She tosses the lacey ball upwards and  it soars far into the sky high above her, and hovers there. As it floats in this space, it begins to change from a filigreed ball to an exquisite, shining jewel- a ruby. The child watches this transformation in joyful awe. More fair and laughing children appear holding large balls of lace. They, also, run up to the top of the hills and toss their balls high into the sky. All of the hovering balls change into jewels as well. Some to diamonds, some to emeralds and some to rubies. Soon the rolling hills are filled with beautiful, laughing children and the sky above them is covered with radiant and spectacular jewels.

The floating jewels merge together and form one glorious, magical star that brightens the sky and the hearts of the innocent children. The lovely and delightful children take hold of each other’s hands in love and binding friendship. They sing enchanting, mystical songs with sweet voices in praise of  the resplendent and glowing wonder that lives in the sky above them. This blessed and happy scene is from a world that you, Dear Child, once visited before on your journeys within your many new and beautiful world’s of wonder, always!

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STORIES FROM ANOTHER WORLD by LYNN KAUFFMAN

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THE SACRIFICE  by LYNN KAUFFMAN

THIS IS A JOURNAL OF THE TRUE EVENTS THAT HAVE HAPPENED AFTER THE TRAGIC PASSING OF MY CHILD, JEREMIAH- APRIL 10,2008 AT THE AGE OF 28.

On Mother’s day- May 11, 2008- after work in the evening, my husband and I were sitting in the car getting ready to get out when our cell phone signaled a text message. (It was a new cellphone. The old cell phone was destroyed when my husband accidentally left it on top of the car and forgot, then drove off- it fell and was broken. We had only given our new phone number to one friend of Jeremiah’s and besides this we are alone and don’t know anyone.)

The text message said: Happy Mother’S Day, MaMa Lynn( my name is Lynn), I’m Okay, Marvo.

My husband called him back and he said that he was texting to a person who worked in Discover MillsWhere I also work).    I STILL HAVE THE TEXT MESSAGE!!!

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JEREMIAH’S VOICE( JEREMIAH IS TALKING TO ME) JOURNAL

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IN THE CITY  by JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN

Everything in the city

is alive at night.

Machines hum, lights shine,

cars grunt, radios mumble.

The buildings, great beasts of

modern construction,

section off the landscape both horizontally and vertically.

The elevator goes to 100, but it will

never reach heaven, and the fallen sleep

between the cracks, curled up in their own filth.

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IN THE CITY by JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN

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THE CITY  by JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN

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THE CITY by JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN

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The Masks by JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN

STORIES FROM ANOTHER WORLD—— JEREMIAH’S VOICE

THIS STORY IS FOR MY BELOVED CHILD, JEREMIAH

There is a world where all of the people have the same face, an emotionless mask of metal. They did not choose this mask-like face but they had no control over the situation. Their sense of free will was taken from them at birth and they are no longer aware of anything being different or wrong. They are all born in a gigantic factory of steel and shiny chrome. In this factory in a hidden room live the Creators of this mask. These beings have never been seen and no one knows who they are. They invented the mask centuries ago and tricked the trusting people into wearing them. Once trapped the people were completely under the control of the creators. Sometimes, in the dark of night, the Creators would huddle in their secret room and laugh together in delight at their evil power over the hapless people.

When a child is born inside the factory, as they all are, a mask is placed on the baby’s face when it reaches the age of 6 months and it molds itself into the child’s flesh, never to be removed. The child wears this mask it’s whole life into adulthood. The mask controls the child’s life which is, in turn, controlled by the creators. But, unbeknownst by the Creators, deep within the soul of each imprisoned person, is a secret place that cannot be touched. And in this tiny place the people sometimes have a sad and inexplicable feeling of loss and despair. But they can only scream their woe in the forgotten silence of their dreams.

From the sky comes a magnificent white steed with white wings. She lands in front of the huge factory. Her rider is a beautiful young man in white robes who wears a crown, sword and necklace of gold. He holds a strange and fragrant flower next to his heart. In a soft, gentle voice he calls the people to him. They gather to him and  he asks them to follow him into the factory. Once inside, he and the people go through many corridors and countless stairs that lead down into the depths of the factory until they come to a large, black metal door, thick with rust and cobwebs. Behind this door is the secret, dark room where the Creators live. The young man takes from his robes a beautiful, crystal sphere that glows with a dazzling light and sings divine, ancient songs. He places it before the door. There is a loud bang and the door bursts open revealing the Creators. They are five hideous and grotesque monsters, ugly beyond imagination. They are blinded by the fiery light of the globe. They scream in fear and terror and explode into a million  pieces, destroyed forever!

The people rise upward to the surface of the world, as the walls of the factory collapse and crumble around them. Once they are all above ground, the strange, cold masks on the people and their children melt away, showing their true faces underneath. Faces of great beauty and intelligence. Lovely faces of a people that the sinister Creators were always jealous of and wanted to demean and control. The people weep for joy and breathe deep of the air of freedom. The young man weeps with them and embraces them in  new found friendship. They thank the young man for his priceless, wonderful gift of freedom and bid him a fond farewell as he soars off into space to continue on his journeys within his many new and beautiful worlds of wonder, always.

IN MEMORIAM

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